The Good – My grandma’s chips.
cooked in a well worn old pan, served with a bit of salt and vinegar. Also anything that she baked; jam tarts, mince pies, cakes, etc.
The Bad: Tripe.
My ( probably well meaning ) parents only tried once to feed us tripe cooked in milk, keeping my brother and I at the table for 3 hours trying to get us to eat it, before admitting defeat.